Love for Sale — текст песни (Harry Connick, Jr.)

When the only sound on the empty street

Is the heavy tread of the heavy feet

That belong to a lonesome cop

I open shop



When the moon so long has been gazing down

On the wayward ways of this wayward town

That her smile becomes a smirk

I go to work



Love for sale

Appetizing young love for sale

Love thats fresh and still unspoiled

Love thats only slightly soiled

Love for sale



Who, who will buy

Who would like to sample my supply

Whos prepared to pay the price

For a trip to paradise

Love for sale



Let the poets pipe of love in their childish way

I know every type of love better far than they

If you want the thrill of love, Ive been through the mill of love

Old love, new love, every love but true love



Love for sale

Appetizing young love for sale

Well, if you want to buy my wares

Follow me and climb the stairs

Love for sale